Anxiety and Fear and Loathing
Isn’t it amazing how one day you can be on top of the world, happy-go-lucky, and the next you are down deep in a hole. For anyone who is reading, I’m actually “feeling” much better, I think. However, I’ve noticed that now I’m afraid of the dark. And being alone. And of ghosts. These are all things that I thought I left behind me with my childhood. Yet, here they are, surfacing again after 20 years. I think that this whole thing has been really too real. Right now, I’m at the point where it seems more like something I read than something that happened, but I guess that’s what denial is, yes? I am aching to comfort my friends, yet scared of leaving my chickens behind. My rational mind has some catching up to do. My imagination has run away, again.